The Gift of Knowing

This is very personal, but I felt the importance of relating it at this time.
After the death of my mother when I was a child, I was very confused about a number of things having to do with death. About 7 months later I came home with the flu, from school. My father, who hadn’t felt well that day, was at home on the couch. I came in the door to the same sounds that I had heard when my mother died. Those last breath sounds. I screamed and ran over to him and started pounding on his chest and saying, “you cannot leave me, too.”
I guess I must have started his heart. This was before CPR. I insisted he go to the hospital. It took us 45 minutes to walk 7 blocks up hill to the hospital. I didn’t know how to drive and he couldn’t drive in his condition. He also kept stopping to rest and tell me about his experience and he said he met and talked to Jesus.
The point being that he told me that I should never be afraid of death because “you do not die”. He talked about watching and floating above his body. About feeling no pain. In his physical form, he had cancer and was always in great pain. He talked about observing his form and his personality, everything that made him who he was, was still who he was, even without his physical form. He could touch and feel himself, but not the body.
He watched a pinpoint of light get larger and he realized he was moving toward the light. He came to a veil and he could see a beautiful land on the other side. He also saw a man approaching him. The personage came through the veil and talked to my father. He gave him a choice. He could come now or go back and relate this experience to his children. He was shown our lives, by his decision. He chose to come back, for a little while. Immediately he felt the tug and pull and a sensation of moving down toward his body. As he returned he could feel the pain in his body once again. He could also feel and hear me pounding on him. He didn’t know how long he would live and felt the urgency of relating this experience to me as we walked to the hospital.
He told me never be afraid of death. When he died about a year later, his face was so peaceful and calm.
His choice and experience showed me how great was his love for us. What a teacher!
I bring this up as a means of comfort for those going through the Newtown CT. slayings. I hope they can one day be at peace knowing that their loved ones are truly alive and well and never lost and alone. May the peace of the heavens blanket you and all who feel this loss, wherever they are in the world.
May we as a humanity grow to understand our connection to each other, and the fact that we are all so much more than the body. Over the years I have come to realize that our loved ones are no more than a thought away and they always live in our hearts. That is the best and most sacred place of all.
May the blessings of peace and love come to all at this time and throughout the coming year.
Namaste, in truth, love, and light. Patti

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